When I get around to it, I'm going to compile a list of all the things my boys have fought over and then, when they are older and the time is right, I'm going to read it off to them, hoping the embarrassment is equal to the amount of ire their arguments have caused me over the years. If my boys were two European countries in 1915, their Powder Keg to WWI would emminate from a skirmish over who gets to push the elevator button first. 3 years ago, we spent 7 days/nights in Maui in a sweet condo on the 11th floor (LOOK AT ME). By day 2, we had to implement a system of elevator button pushing to prevent the two of them from killing each other. One boy got to push the 'call button', the other got to push the destination floor. Any quibbling and one of the adults got to push the button. This elevator button pushing has continued on ever since. They still race to see who can push the button first. I force them to take the stairs now.Who gets to control the remote? Who gets to select the water temperature in the shower (we used to make the shower at the same time to save time; still do sometimes)? Who gets to pick the DVD in the car? Who gets the #1 WII remote? They race from the bus stop to the house. They race from the car to the front door. They race for spots on the couch. I wish I wrote more of these down. Thankfully my wife has a good list in her head and her brain isn't as worn down and tainted the way mine is. But I assure you, at 8 and almost 7, these guys battle it out and their favorite thing in the world is when they get time away from each other (sometimes, Flaghoople and I will split them up for a night or two - it's good to get some one on one time with them). But they also get along pretty well too. They are just constantly around each other. They share a room at my house and have some of the same friends. I fought with my sister constantly growing up, but we also got along too. Goes in waves for many siblings close in age.